july 30th

a poem about a harvester hangover



eat all the salad you want, they said
take a bowl help yourself from the cart
i needed my moneys worth, though someone else paid,
so i ate one salad just as a starter
one as a side salad and one more for luck
and with casual disregard for my heart
each one was smothered with dressing and muck
i felt like the king at the time but alas
this morning i feel like im ready to chuck
bloatedly floating on warm jets of gas
as my salad condenses to one fecal mass